It was 9:30 am. I got out of bed and put on my sweats. Walking to the door I looked the window and did not recognize the car. I opened the door and wa... surprised to see one of the two ladies from last week standing there. "Good morning. You may not remember me from last week. I am Claire." She said with what appeared to be a nervous smile. "Hi. What can I do for you?" I said while smiling back, remembering our short talk from last week. "Did you really mean what you said last week?" She asked.. Leaving her and the k**s behind for a month or so while he set up shop in DC. It was during one of those bitch sessions that things began to happen. Jaime was feeling rather down and talking with me about her uncertainty about her future... she wasn't sure whether she should seperate from Ken or follow him to Washington. During the course of the conversation it became clear she needed a hug, so I stood up and told her things would work out and gave her a squeeze. Little did I know then just how. Bonnie called the accounting firm and asked to speak to Zeb Hunt."I'm sorry, ma'am," the receptionist said. "Mr. Hunt is on vacation. Is there anyone else who can help you?" No, I guess I really shouldn't be calling him at work. I'm an old friend and was just passing through town. I tried his home number, but I didn't get an answer, so I thought he might be at work."The receptionist brightened up, probably assuming Bonnie was an old girlfriend. "Mr. Hunt is in California for the rest of the. There’s no way I wanted him to know how much his little demonstration aroused me. I was trying to avoid having him ask me any revealing questions.The next two days and nights went just about the same as that first night when he jerked off in front of me. He was exposing himself more and more at the urinal, and openly watching me as I watched him. At night in the room, he moved closer to my side of his bed each time. It was clear that he was trying to entice me to live out the fantasies of that.